This week has felt a little bit like the universe punched me in the stomach.
It’s entirely possible (probable) that this is not the case. But this is how I feel. And because self-pity is an emotion that I’m intimately familiar with, I’m just gonna stick with it.
Sometimes, it’s right in the middle of test week, and you decide to make a coffeecake, an apple pie, and homemade rolls for premature Friendsgiving. You just decide this, and you don’t think about the fact that it is a stupid decision, and that you have no time management skills, and that there are more important life skills you should be working on with all this apparent “free-time” you’ve created to bake this stuff. Continue reading
I just finished off 2/3 a pint of Ben & Jerry’s and a Diet Coke. I’m planning on calling that dinner.
Practicing being a grown-up, you know?
In the past 5 days I have:
seen Harry Potter. Twice.
cried over Harry Potter. At least twice. (If you do your math correctly, you’ll realize this means I cried at some point while not watching the movie. It’s over. It’s sad, ok? Don’t make fun. Rude.) Continue reading